Month: July 2014

The Absolute Fend

A mind is at work
not today but always
do this with a strength
do that with an attention
commands the mind
lets not the body to rest in peace
as the heart beats all along
there be no rest either way
that be the life of a man
not a lazy one at the last
but one of the man with aim
breathes he never with a relax
strides all the more with a fret
the mins is never at rest
as in motion it is at inertness.
a relevance that is beyond

has a lot of meaning in the flow
not taken in without a blow
the mind reaps and reaches the end
well , that be its absolute fend.

thoughts

The Competitions.

The competitions on the television

breaks the nerve and the vision

the practice and rehearsal done with strain

kills the spirit all the more in the reign

the make ups and the dress go beyond

the feel and the tempo is range bound

the child or whoever it be the participant

never attains the coveted recipient.

loses her innocence in the curriculum

there is nothing agog in the referendum

while the little one undergoes a swish

fails to enjoy the childhood bliss

a punishment it would be

which earns a fame and glee

from which the child would love to flee.

Tags competitions, Poem, vision

thoughts

That Be The End.

Sleep for a little while

sleep in style

not on the beds of Nile

but over the file

that too in a guile

tell all you are busy

your head goes dizzy

your eyes see things hazy

you then go crazy

succumb to the fantasy

fall into the greasy

that be the end really.

thoughts

The Day Out.

A day out not in my schedule

a home bird always in a seclude

had been out all throughout the day

on an errand different in all ways

not used to such strain in the mode

as all different from the code

climbed up and down with a zest

a trial to put the very best

did so with a focused note

got caught in the foot note

the effort turned a zero

ran back to my exclusive bureau

into the cocoon of solitude

where I live with fortitude.

thoughts

What To Do?

A little while ago

a flood of phone calls

a stream of visitors

a deluge of work

a kind of storm in the house

though not in the real sense

unbearable and beyond

sat baffled for a moment

hands on the head

dazed I was for a second

knew not what to do?

a run away could save

jumped out of the window

strode into the wilderness

a whiff of fresh air

struck the face

rejuvenation at last.

Tags deluge., exhaustion, Poem

thoughts

That Is Me

Forgetfulness has become my way.

I do everything with ease and control

compile the specifications in detail

arrange them in order with precision

ready be they for presentation

at the moment of delivery

likely I forget the core all the more

walk on to the dais with dignity

rummage through to find the documents

not to find them tin the file

go with an extempore address

all from the memory that resumes work

finally end up with an applause

what did I do ? i not remember

once again forgetfulness sets in.

Tags deliver, forget, Poem

thoughts

The Helpless Woman

The woman bemoans and cries
unable to keep quiet
breaks down in a sigh
takes not a bite
rants in rancour
swears in anger
mind she not
who it be in slot
be her son or husband
she fumes and disbands
lets out her emotions
not in small portions
pours out in full force
if that be her chose
the life would not be smooth
to tell the truth.

Tags emotions, helpless, Poem, sigh, smooth, Thought, woman.

thoughts

Is he Always so?

A man of no merit
nor of any credit
talks of his wealth
gathered by stealth
says he with pride
takes everyone by ride
he is a the wealthiest of all
none could reach his tall
has lands all over the place
most of them round his base
his business is prosperous
goes on he in such rapturous
the listener wants to run off
his brag is too much of an off
he talks so not on one or two occasions
has been a practice on all sessions
a man has turned senile I think so
Is he always like that? I do not know.